Sometimes, Terry and I

Get just plain

Tired.

The constant,

constantness of keeping the farm up and running

Keeping the yard

In tip-top shape,

Tells us…it’s time to go live a wee bit of a dream

To feel the wind blowing through our hair and the sun-drenching the car

We come home, feeling new-born, rested.

Like the earth after a rainstorm.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda